Synecdoche, New York (2008) – Usually, art about art (books about writers, movies about actors, et cetera) pisses me off. I feel like if I wanted to see the inside of Aaron Sorkin’s rectum, I’d be a celebrity proctologist instead of watching “Studio 60”, for example, but this movie has wrapped around so far and not only gone up its own ass, it’s gone up its ass’s ass.
And while it defies thorough analysis on a single viewing, I at least get the impression that there are things to understand that I’m just not quite getting yet. In this respect, it is infinitely more watchable than, say, Inland Empire.
For those wondering, I still love Charlie Kaufman to pieces.
Gremlins 2: The New Batch (1990) – The future is a terrible place where businesses care more about building a fancy building than about having more than one exit from said building or having an adequate emergency system in place. Remember: progress is a step backwards.
Judgment at Nuremberg (1961) – Wait, so we’ve got Marlene Dietrich, Judy Garland, and eye candy like these two, and you’re telling me this isn’t a gay classic?
The Little Shop of Horrors (1960) – Attention children: don’t play with matches or Japs.
The Rocketeer (1991) – Contains period-apropriate hair, makeup, and kissing of girls in lieu of answering their hysterical questions.
Can’t Hardly Wait (1998) – Yeah, whatever. Discount my opinion on girls all you want. Jennifer Love Hewitt is funny looking, average at best. She has way too much forehead and I really can’t believe that’s what passes for a figure. When it comes to hot girls in Hollywood, there’s always somebody hotter than Jennifer Love Hewitt, and a good chance she can act better, too.
Inland Empire (2006) – I gave up long ago trying to “get” or “make any sense of” this movie. That’s not what it’s for, apparently. Whatever its purpose, I now have a headache and plenty of nightmare fuel.
Happy-Go-Lucky (2008) – London is inhabited entirely by the uniquely insane. You don’t get to live in London unless you can demonstrate a novel form of mental or emotional dysfunction.
Amarcord (1973) – Fellini is hard work to watch, but it pays off. Slow-moving but gorgeous.
It’s a releif to see that the “kid” is played by a twenty-two-year-old actor. It makes it okay for me to ogle him in his short pants. It is then instantly not okay to think of him like that when I realize he is now my parents’ age.
10 Things I Hate About You (1999) – Perhaps the worst portrayal of Seattle I’ve ever seen in film. It’s a close race with The Ring, but this is pretty bad. Also, the whole thing plays like a John Hughes tribute, and I’m not a John Hughes fan.